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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Next Year's Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE bed of flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loosens amain,<br>The beauteous snowdrops</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Droop o'er the plain.<br>The crocus opens</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its glowing bud,<br>Like emeralds others,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others, like blood.<br>With saucy gesture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Primroses flare,<br>And roguish violets,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hidden with care;<br>And whatsoever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stirs and strives,<br>The Spring's contented,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If works and thrives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mongst all the blossoms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That fairest are,<br>My sweetheart's sweetness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is sweetest far;<br>Upon me ever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her glances light,<br>My song they waken,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My words make bright,<br>An ever open</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And blooming mind,<br>In sport, unsullied,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In earnest, kind.<br>Though roses and lilies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Summer are brought,<br>Against my sweetheart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prevails he nought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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Loosens amain,
The beauteous snowdrops

Droop o'er the plain.
The crocus opens

Its glowing bud,
Like emeralds others,

Others, like blood.
With saucy gesture

Primroses flare,
And roguish violets,

Hidden with care;
And whatso..."></div>
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